Occasionally I get asked if Isaac is going to get his own blog. I usually just smile and say something like “We’ll see.” What I really want to say is “OH MY GOD I WANT TO GET SOME SLEEP FIRST!” and then pass out on a horizontal surface (preferably soft but I’m not picky) for about 50 hours.
Not to say that Isaac isn’t producing some blog-worthy moments. Especially now that he’s just started walking (still working on it but he’s doing it more every day) and interacting more with the world around him.
He also has a new nickname: Houdini.
We aren’t sure when it started, but a few key moments outline the rise of Isaac’s claim as a great baby escape artist. For many months now he’s twisted and turned when on the changing table, much more than Besh ever did. But now he’s taken to trying to escape all forms of confinement no matter their origin.
First, somehow Isaac figured out how to remove his diaper. That’s not amazing, you think. Lots of babies do that. Sure. But Isaac does it without taking off his clothes. He’s figured out how to play with the tabs through his clothes and then somehow shimmy, shake, and twist his way out of the diaper so that it ends up around his knees (or as far as it will go inside his onesie pajamas).
Second, during a trip to Target, Sara had Isaac strapped into the baby chair of the shopping cart. She grabbed a package to put in the cart and turned back to discover that Isaac was standing on the chair-seat, a proud look on his face. The strap was still done.
Next, Isaac decided to turn his attention to the child-proof locks in the house. Even though he hasn’t mastered walking, he has mastered the finger reaching in to hook onto the latch and disengage the door lock. This comes complete with a mischevious grin if he notices anyone watching him.
But wait, he’s not done. This past weekend while sitting in the high chair at Chuy’s, Isaac figured out how to unlock the belt latch. He casually undid the lock and dropped the belt to the sides.
And to top it all off we have his greatest magical trick yet. Last night he woke up doing his I’m-very-upset-and-not-going-back-to-sleep-unless-you-come-in-here cry around 2am. Usually this means he’s peed out, whether through diaper manipulation or random gap. Sometimes he’s just teething or upset but still dry. So Sara went to check on him and came and got me (pee out). But the strangest part–even though his sheet was wet his pajamas were dry. Completely dry. His body was dry too.
So either we had the biggest teething-sleep-drool ever (and, seriously, that’d be a lot of drool) or Isaac is working on magic tricks in his sleep.